King of Hearts by Kay David #GuestPost #Giveaway

This is the fifteenth blog in my blog tour for my latest Entangled Ignite titled King of Hearts. King and Jessie’s passionate first night is drawing to a close. Or is it? Check out the blog schedule on Kaydavid.com or buythebooktours.com for the final installment after this one! Don’t forget to comment to enter my contest for a wonderful pair of earrings.

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There won’t be an awkward morning moment, Jessie thought afterward as King kissed her. No farewell kisses or false promises to call each other later. Smeared lipstick and mussed hair, yes, but no regrets or worst of all, tears.That was the beauty of a one-night stand, she mused, her bruised lips accepting his kiss with a passion that still lingered. Both parties go into the situation with open eyes, knowing later they’ll disappear from each other’s lives. One night. Wild sex. Utter stranger.

Never to be repeated.

King lifted his lips from her mouth and slowly disentangled himself from her aching body. She raised herself on her elbows, the door of the pickup digging into her back. She was still breathing hard. From the other side of the truck, his eyes glittered as they took her in.

She stared at him and thought about what they’d done as he lifted her foot to his mouth and kissed her insole, his touch feather light. She could tell he was trying to make up for the fierceness of the encounter. He thought it might have been too rough, too fast.

He couldn’t be more wrong.

Once she had stepped into his arms, she’d known it would be that way, and she hadn’t walked away.

In fact, she’d repeat her actions right this instant. Just thinking about it made her want him again.

As if reading her thoughts and wanting to show her how wrong they were, King gently released her foot. But he didn’t stop. Instead he reached for her hand. One by one, he kissed her fingers, his lips soft and fleeting. She closed her eyes and lost herself, putting aside all thoughts, all concerns, everything but this very moment. Her heart finally began to slow.

Outside the tinted windows, the rumble of a Harley grew louder then faded as the driver headed out of the parking lot. When she opened her eyes, she watched the distant darkness swallow a set of headlights. Nights were different in West Texas. The sky was endless until the stars come out then it looked like a black velvet blanket sprinkled with diamonds.

Her gaze returned to his. In the shadows where he sat, little more than the vague outline of his face was now visible. He started to speak but she shook her head and placed a finger over his lips, the same lips that had brought her so much pleasure.

“Don’t speak,” she said quietly. “Don’t say anything. You need to forget this night and forget my name. You need to forget me.”

“I should tell you the same thing.” He captured her finger in his. “But we both that’s not going to happen, right?”

They were standing by the edge of the highway when she caught the unmistakable sound of a Harley suddenly slicing the deep silence that surrounded them. The V-twin engine was howling and the rider coming on fast, even faster than the one that’d aimed for them at the Ice House.

In a twisted way, the motorcycle’s speed was also reassuring. There was no way the blown bike could stop; supercharged motorcycles defined the word speed. Whoever it was, a replay of the other night was not in the works. The rider would have crashed the bike had he tried to halt its progress in time to stop beside them.

Without thinking, she took a step back from the pavement. At the same time, King whipped his ticket book from his back pocket. They had to have a reason to be seen together, and a speeding fine was as good as any.

A blur topped the nearest rise. If she had to guess, she would say the motorcycle was passing the 120 mph on the gauge, maybe more. The driver and rider both wore helmets, but that wasn’t going to help them if they had to eat asphalt.

With an almost surreal speed, a blue Harley dipped over the horizon and screamed by. If she hadn’t seen a couple of dry bushes shaking from its passage, Jessie might have thought she had imagined the whole thing. The smell of hot exhaust reassured her that the motorcycle had been for real. It would have been a difficult task, if not an impossible one, to catch up. Cursing and wondering if she should try regardless, Jessie started to walk back onto the pavement, but she stumbled over the asphalt’s crumbling edge. King instantly reached out to steady her.

The warmth of his fingers against her elbow rippled up her arm and headed for her chest, her pulse accelerating faster that the motorcycle that had just passed. She wasn’t prepared for the reaction. Or for what happened next.

King didn’t release her. His gaze darkened. Her heart raced. And without a single second’s warning, their lips came together.

It wasn’t a kiss that they shared; it was an explosion. The same kind that had brought them together the first time. Memories of that night rolled over her as King’s mouth covered hers. His hands, rough in their neediness, yanked her against him and she melted into his arms, her desire suddenly rising under the hot Texas sky. She didn’t know which sensation to concentrate on first; his lips, his touch, even the smell of his skin. Each demanded its own reaction, and her body took over, her own hands feverishly pulling him to her .

She had dated plenty of men and bedded more than one but nothing she’d experienced could compare to what she shared with King the one night they’d been together. As they kissed on the dusty side of a lonely west Texas highway, she suddenly remembered why she felt that way.

Kay David is the author of over thirty-five romantic suspense novels. After enjoying a variety of careers including computer programming at NASA, custom home building and working in the oil and gas industry, Kay admits that writing has always her been her first love.

Living in such diverse countries as the United Arab Emirates, Argentina and Bolivia has made Kay appreciate her own great home in Texas while allowing her to add intimate details to her books of the exotic settings she knows firsthand.